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We were young once.

We were young once. “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But there off in the end despondency and madness.” Wordsworth “Soldiers rest! Thy warfare o’er, Dream of fighting fields no more:… Continue reading →

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The stranger song.

Houses built on sand will sink. Love built on false hope will not endure. Desperate love, passionate love is just release for the sake of the body and not the heart. Just fragments… Continue reading →

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The willow tree.

The willow trees. Old poet told the girl. We must try to go back to where we were, if we can.The bright-eyed girl asked with wonder, dear poet, I come to you by… Continue reading →

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The dance of Delia.

The dance of Delia. Chapter one. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry“Chapter one.” Tongue is Sea From the dark comes the lightFrom the words you write Light is energyLike your love for me Your spoken… Continue reading →

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The sea, the wishes.

The sea, the wishes. Lovely poet measured him with her gentle blue eyes, and she watched how he spoke the words. She listened to his words, and she adored the Monterey Dark Poet… Continue reading →

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Delia. And an amazing Johnny Cash song.

Delia A Poem by Coyote Poetrylove can be sweet.. Love can damn us (The name Delia is of Greek origin. The meaning of Delia is “visible”. It is also of English origin, where its meaning… Continue reading →

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Freedom is missed. When she is gone.

In the California Mountains.     Coyote spirit A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last dream is freedom. When it is gone. What is left.” Coyote spirit (In Native American Myth. The Coyote was the… Continue reading →

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Please dear Jennifer, come to Monterey.

Please dear Jennifer, come to Monterey. In was 8 pm in Monterey. A warm January night. I decided to call my Michigan gal, I left her in late December 1991. To remind her.… Continue reading →

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A poet’s love and a beautiful Lorde song.

“As long as the poet’s words live, the beloved will be, in a way, still alive too.” Shakespeare “If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.”― Mike  Everett “If a… Continue reading →

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What is ugly? What is beautiful?

What is ugly? What is beautiful? A Poem by Coyote Poetry   What is ugly? what is beautiful? He watched the pretty artist on the Monterey pier. He brought her coffee and a salad.… Continue reading →

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